Nan Qing was a little nervous when entering the house. Although she knew that he was the only one in the house, when she entered the house of a person who lived alone, Nan Qing clearly felt that this house was different from the one in her home.
The furniture in An Moci's house is neatly arranged, everything is clean, and there is no extraneous ornament, which makes the whole house feel deserted.
An Moci walked over and saw that she was still holding a bag in her hand. The hoarse young man's voice said: "Put your things on the table."
"good."
Nan Qing put her bag on the cabinet at the door. When she turned around, she saw An Moci pouring her a glass of hot water.
"Give."
"Thank you, thank you." Nan Qing took it, holding the hot cup in her hands and she felt a little warmer.
Nan Qing took a sip of water and couldn't help but ask: "An Moci, are you the only one in your family?"
"Um."
"Aunt and uncle won't be back tonight?"
An Moci looked calm and said, "My parents don't live here. I live alone."
"Well, I'm really sorry to disturb you tonight. My parents are not at home tonight, and I carelessly lost the key. Fortunately, I know you live downstairs."
"Don't bother me, please don't stand and sit down."
Nan Qing sat down, holding a cup and drinking sips of water. An Moci sat on the sofa opposite. It was particularly strange when the atmosphere was quiet under the same roof.
An Moci didn't seem to be used to having an extra person in the house. His eyes kept falling on her, which made Nan Qing feel numb.
I don’t know why Nan Qing thought of someone saying not to enter a man’s room alone...
Seeing that she had finished drinking the water, An Moci stood up: "Have you had dinner?"
"Ah? No, no."
After hearing her answer, the young man turned around and went to the kitchen. After a while, the sound of water came from the kitchen, which seemed to be washing dishes.
An Mo quit cooking?
Nan Qing was sitting on the sofa without any nervous expression on her face. She was resting lazily on the sofa. Her legs were very sore from just walking back and forth looking for the keys several times in the rain.
After sitting for a while, Nan Qing got up and went to the kitchen.
She leaned against the door and slightly poked her head inside: "Are you cooking?"
In front of the kitchen counter, An Moci, wearing dark blue pajamas, lowered his head. He was cutting a cucumber in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other. When he heard the sound, he turned around and said, "Do you eat spicy food?"
"Eat some."
Nan Qing walked in curiously and stood next to him: "Do you need my help? Living in your house is already troublesome for you. I can't just wait for dinner."
An Moci's chopping movements suddenly became stiff. He was used to being alone at home, but now he was not used to having an extra person standing next to him.
"No need for help."
"I can wash the dishes for you. Do you have anything else to wash?" She looked closer.
Nan Qing insisted on doing something, but she was embarrassed to just sit and wait.
Finally, An Mo resigned and gave her a small bag of green vegetables: "Wash this vegetable."
"Okay!" Nan Qing was very happy to be assigned the task.
The vegetable sink was right next to it. She rinsed the vegetables slowly, occasionally turning her head and saying, "An Moci, do you know how to do everything if you live alone?"
The girl's voice was very comfortable to listen to. There was one more person and one voice in the room.
An Moci gave a faint hum as she cut the vegetables.
"An Moci, what kind of food do you usually like to eat?"
"Green vegetables."
"No wonder you are so thin." She looked at An Moci and said.
The vegetables were washed easily. Nan Qing washed his hands and stood aside to watch An Moci do his work.
"An Moci, I think you have a good personality. Why don't you like to talk and interact with others in school?"